Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.